Monday, August 14, 2006
Such is the fate of all things juicy: brown withering and bugs.
Now that the primary election is over, and once again we see that only 12% of people care (in Kansas City, Mo), we can look forward (?) to the onset of fall when I won't have to go through six hours of delerious fever and active nausea just because I was outside for three and a half hours in the sun without "adequate" breakfast. (I guess, what else is there; there is no zygote nor fetus or other noticable parasites besides bright red ankle-biting insects I think jumped on me from concrete when I was staring at that parking lot sunflower.)
Yes, I drank water, a quart in fact.
Somehow, though, I came out in worse shape that this fellow who tried his luck in the Cliff Drive Classic on Saturday in Northeast, against men who shave their legs and wear slick spandex clothing.
I guess commuting to work on two wheels makes a difference?
at 2:11 PM